Category: Yo Ivanhoe

The magic that gleams an instant between Argos and Odysseus is both the recognition of diversity and the need for affection across the illusions of form. —Loren Eiseley, The Unexpected Universe Seven times the Bull of Divine Undoing brought down disaster and calamity on the Hamlet of the Unbelievers, and each time, spasmed by their…

We are not stuff that abides, but patterns that perpetuate themselves. —Norbert Wiener, The Human Use of Human Beings If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down. —Balzac, Pere Goriot There, there child. Come now. Every day can’t be brass…

What then is required? Light! Light! Light in floods! –Victor Hugo, Les Miserables “Hold that thought,” he said, and disappeared into the dark part of the house. The dark part of the house was pretty much the whole house. He had a couple of kerosene lanterns in the living room, but otherwise he was living…

I have a lot of time on my hands, and I recently discovered a new trick with (I like to imagine) some radical implications. I’ve always wanted to be either a saint or at the very least some kind of hero, but the older I get the more it looks like I just don’t have…

Again and again we put our sweet ghosts on small paper boats and sailed them back into their death, each moving slowly into the dark, disappearing as our hearts visited and savored, hurt and yearned. —Jack Gilbert, from “Kunstkammer” There are other things besides monkeying around with words that are necessary, require commitment and discipline…

A phone call late Halloween night can reduce your head to nothing but a fat band of static, all desire creeping slowly down your body and leaking out the bottoms of your feet. This crippled world keeps pushing us further and further into our hiding places. How much more can fall off this planet before…